Today a world-class physicist is visiting me. Not many people get to sit across from someone who has reshaped how we understand the known universe. I'm going to ask the hard questions. Will share reflections from our conversation if you're interested. What would you ask?

My federal prison camp let inmates stay up past count for the BET Music Awards. Last night they wouldn't let us watch the State of the Union. The Bureau of Prisons would rather we be entertained than educated. The system is broken.

Mornings with my one are some of my favorite moments of my life. So this morning I took a little piece of paper and made it into a rose. I put it on the table between the bunks, and sat looking through the window slits focusing on it and a tree branch I could see, eating the bagged raw salmon I douse in pepper and lemon concentrate and pretend are scrambled eggs, and I was there, with him, in all the beauty of our mornings together.